Liberated Poems - Poems about Liberated

A google article gives 'allied troops' credit for liberation Of the death camp.' It was Russian forces that did it really.' Working in step with free countries.' When did they become enemies of the west.? Certainly under stalins rule They were a threat..Yet in the late 1980s they proposed the Glasnost agenda.' And handed East Berlin to n...

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(Girl playing, Tibet, 2009) Memories of a Slave The world, at least my world, is nothing if not predictable. There are moments however when the Sun breaks through and a real unexpected, enlightening, light shines. Usually this is in dreams when I begin to float or fly, but sometimes it’s just as simple as laughing at the absurd twist of something...

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This music that is playing on this bus Is robust, cheerful and energetic. African beat if there ever was, To give the journey a touch of magic. It brings pep into my African foot,... Like I could stand and start moving And start people wondering what's afoot That an adult man could do such a thing! Yet a work colleague of mine Did exactly...

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In wake of a new born day, under the peace of a floating clouds, the ghost of slaughtered mem'ry rose from the cracks of her sleepless grave, to fill the heart she once tore. The sleeper in the tomb awoke to quench the flames of her broken home and to heal the heart bleeding tears, pleading her poor tortured home with a flood of...

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Generally dreads the kitchen: The incalculable losses it occasions one’s image. Often with fried, oily chicken: A company that doesn’t anything damage! For all early morning jogs promptly ready! Its healthy rejuvenation of a woman’s waist! Has resolved not to be domiciled in a periphery, Wherever seems to suggest a satellite Eating rice with much stew against Beriberi: A tradition of treading...

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Really? Where? I still see them as fearful as fifty years ago. To state any concerns about especially politics, and so. Those fifty years ago when we wore little white gloves. And batted our eyelashes like turtedoves. And dared not utter a political thought.... For from my our husbands, our security was bought. We have freedom now to slaughter our unborn at...

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I found friends tunneling huddled cloistered from the light grief embraced the darkness swaddled by veiled night in a cave sequestered bitter air smothers life breath stifled chokes struggle surrenders a life deep dark and constricted in a dank sandstone room fanciful fabrications begot a grotto tomb tapping me on the shoulder shadows dance teasing my eyes a voice spoke commanding Lazarus arise probing rays in the shaft pierced the blackest hollow lighting...

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I have embarked on a journey The wandering spirit is upon me My heart and soul are fixed My legs are hungry for a walk All my pains are gone My only pr-occupation is to keep on moving Keep on moving to where the spirit directs My eyes are closed but my mind is made up You wandering spirit lead me on Would this...

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Pre-dawn morn snow blankets the ground under its cover fast asleep... Well, hello, Mr. Sun and welcome! Smile, sparkle and shine on spotless white lawns... Aha! The first tear in the fabric a clump of grass pops up each green blade like a baby robin yearning for Mother Bird's return Only these are happy babies reaching for sunlight... Now another clump of grass appears and another...and another... Too many to count... Icicles...

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Axed dent of circumstances finds yours truly liberated, whereby no obligatory constraints obliges forcible adherence synchronizing Circadian rhythm forcibly linkedin within paradigm minutely crafting, daisy chaining involuntarily ceding cradle to grave man made artificial construct (dismissing one living away off the gridlock) co-opting every precious moment comprising hour quotidian existence to sustain swiftly styled harry tailored lifestyle affording bajillion *****sapiens luxury to scold frantic scramble, freedom to scurry frantically twenty four seven...

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Ecstatic the soul became as all body's honors and earthly riches were left behind! Now, free at last, liberated from flesh's bonds, for alms of mercy the heaven implores! * © Demetrios Trifiatis 23 February 2019 * This week my last uncle- a good man - passed away. It was left to me to pronounce...

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and i was the one who bore the dread of saying goodbye- the woman who eased my own heart and shattered yours with those five shocking words… “i don’t love you anymore.” i was bound to free you from me eventually- you were bound...

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A liberated star in prison I lie miserably in the 2nd layer of the three course wall With chains on my hand and no chance to even crawl My beautiful black color has been demeaned And each day comes with the possibility of my importance diminishing I was born because of liberation But with no liberation I have been imprisoned Leaving my people...

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Satan is the enemy of our souls seeking to bind us in his evil way locked in his chains with no solution blinding us to God's truth every day But one day Jesus Christ comes along as God into our lives always to stay truly liberated by the living Christ what blessing upon my body of clay So now being shown a better...

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She was at the height of the women's liberation dear But not the kind that you might think about She was never scared at what women too often fear Said yes when a man would ask her out Never took full advantage of her attitude Her smile was always genuine Left alone the expensive grub on the menu Always lived and...

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